Ch.3: The One Where All Hell Breaks Loose
After the trio exchanged phone numbers, just in case anyone needed help with homework, Kazuhiro pulled into the driveway of his home. It wasn't much, just a two-floor house with a garage and a small backyard. He put down the kickstand and pulled open the garage door. The inside of his garage was filled with tools and auto repair equipment. The rest of the garage was filled with punching bags, speed bags and dummies so he could keep his skills at peak condition. He walked the Indian into the garage and unlocked the door inside. He flipped on the lights and sat down on the couch in the middle of his living room. He stretched out and stood back up. He went back out into the garage; he looked over at the Indian. He looked down and saw a tube hanging out of the body. Kazu groaned. "Damn." He knelt down to look at the gas line. "Well, better strap it back up." Suddenly, he heard a yelling across the street. He looked up to see Tomo waving wildly at him. Kazu waved back. "What are you doing?" She yelled. "Gas line came loose." He yelled back. "Just patching it up." He added. Tomo made her way across the street and leaned up against Kazuhiro's toolbox. "Never seen a bike like that before." She said. Kazu chuckled. "I'm not surprised. This is a 1953 Indian Chief, only 600 of these bikes were ever built before the Indian Motorcycle company went under." Tomo nodded. "How long have you had it?" She asked. "My dad originally got it. He gave it to me before he died." Kazuhiro laid his hand on the gas tank. "This is the only memory of him I've got." Tomo looked down. "I'm sorry." She murmured. Kazu looked up at the wildcat and smiled. "It's fine, you've got nothing to be sorry about." The fighter replied cheerfully. Tomo instantly perked up. "So, this is your place, huh?" She looked around the garage curiously. "Where are you parents?" She asked. "I live alone." Kazuhiro told her. "My mom couldn't afford to take care of us both. U.S. Government screwing us over at every avenue. That's partly why we moved here." He continued. "So, I moved out and got my own place. Got a cushy job in an auto repair shop, enter in a MMA fight or two, it's cool." He smirked. Tomo looked back at her house. "Well, I'd better get going. See ya tomorrow!!" She waved goodbye and ran back over to her house. Kazuhiro smiled. "Crazy girl…" He thought to himself and shook his head, laughing a little.
A few hours later, Kazuhiro left the bathroom dressed in a T-Shirt and basketball shorts. The fighter made his way downstairs to grab a bottle of water. One thing Kazuhiro prided himself on was his "straight-edge" lifestyle. He had never drank, smoked or done drugs in his life and he was proud of it. Not very many others knew about it, though. He grabbed a bottle and flipped on the TV. The news was nothing out of the ordinary. Economic depression, politicians lying to people… the usual. He lay back on the couch and took a gulp of water. He watched on, a lack of interest on his face. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like a car alarm. He just groaned and rolled his eyes. "Dear God, not again." He mumbled. Kazuhiro went upstairs and looked out his bedroom window. A car behind his house was going off. Kazu chuckled. "Jeez, people can't even get in their own cars without waking up the whole damn neighborhood!" He laughed and went back downstairs. What happened next was no laughing matter. As Kazuhiro got downstairs, the sudden sound of glass shattering came to his ears. He quickly ducked behind his couch. He slowly peered out his front window, and was shocked beyond belief.
A window in the Takino home was smashed to pieces, the door kicked in. Kazu could hear screaming from inside. The fighter quickly scrambled for his cell phone, quickly took it and dialed 1-1-0. He waited for a few seconds, listening to what was happening across the street. A policewoman answered. "Yes?" Kazuhiro calmed himself as best he could, still shaking. It had never been like this before. "Hello? This is Kazuhiro Okami. There is a b-break-in in progress across the street." He stammered. The policewoman could sense the urgency in his voice. "OK, sir, what is the address?" She asked. "2012 Tanegashima Drive." He quickly answered. "You need to send someone quick, all hell's breaking loose down here! Hur-" He was cut short as a trio of thunderous cracks sent him diving for the deck. The policewoman was a little confused but Kazu knew exactly what had just happened. Then, the policewoman became scared herself as she was forced to listen to Kazuhiro Okami utter the two words no police officer EVER wants to hear…
"SHOTS FIRED!!!"
Oh, SNAP! Who would want to shoot up Tomo's house? Are the Takinos even still alive??? And what about the others? Find out the answers in the next chapter…maybe.